“Banished Sister, Wicked One,
Thorn Woven Chosen of the Night,
Blinder of the Baleful Eye.

Let slip the Crimson Beast of Woe,
The Demimondes Dance, and let the Lords of Ruin Rule,
The Masquerade is over, for the Hunt has now begun.

Guilty Wire, Puppet Master, Hanged Man, All in service of the Faceless One.
Reduced to Chimes, Slaughtered to the Last Man,
The Wounded Heart yet Yields to Fortune’s Wheel.

The Brass Bells Rings, The Shaper stirs.
From Ashes grown, the Witherveins,
It ends where it began,

In Firespite.”